Hurrah for Harrah

Waxing Gibbous Moon

I forgot to mention the butterfly migration at Tahoe. The whole time I was riding yesterday I was passing through swarms of California tortoise shell butterflies. They were beautiful!

(Photo from the internet)

Despite a crabby, customer-service-challenged bus driver, I made it to Reno this morning a-okay. I had found a super-cheap deal on a room at Harrah's right across the street from the Amtrak station. PLUS they let me check in at 10 a.m. So Hurrah for Harrah! You are alright in my book.

Tomorrow morning I will board the California Zephyr bound for Sacramento, the first leg of my train ride home. Meanwhile, I took a couple of little walks around downtown Reno to see some sights.

I like the Truckee River Walk and the public art display. These features show a lot of pride and a fun, happy attitude about the town.

The weather extremes are too radical here, but I like Reno (and Carson City,  too) as places to visit and from which to learn. The casinos are unnatural and possibly unsustainable, but they serve dual purposes by employing lots of people and by giving quasi-insane, addictive personalities places to chain smoke and to incinerate their paychecks

Peace, Love, and No More Bus Rides for A While,

Jim